"Can he hurt those weird things?" Wang Haiqiang looked at the pistol on his waist in shock. "You are policemen. In ancient times, you are blessed with the blessing of the luck of the dynasty and the hawks of the dynasty. Now China is extremely prosperous. Ordinary ghosts and monsters will be injured at a glance, let alone your weapons. If you encounter demons and monsters that harm people, don't be afraid. If you copy the gun, they will die."

Mr. Bai, the brawny man, said.

"Anyway, we will report your information internally. If you agree, we will give you another external report. Of course, it is not a problem if you insist on reporting the report in this way, but this report is destined to not see the light of day. You might as well receive this credit and do it according to the report of ordinary things."

As he said that, Mr. Bai stood up and wanted to leave. The choice had already given Wang Haiqiang.

Wang Haiqiang took a deep breath and said.

"Mr. Bai, I understand..."

Wang Haiqiang is not a stubborn person. After all, everyone in the capital said so, so he still has to do so.

"Just Officer Wang just thinks it up." Mr. Bai smiled.

At this time, Wang Haiqiang couldn't help asking.

"If that Mr. Bai, even if there are occasional supernatural events, how will those supernatural events be resolved?"

Mr. Bai touched his chin and said.

"For so many years, the Qimen practices that have been passed down have not been completely lost. Some Taoist temples, temples, and wandering and scattered methods of the side and left-wing Taoism will also subdue some demons and ghosts among the people. Their existence can completely make up for the supernatural events and balance in the world."

"The order is thus maintained. The world of demons and ghosts and the world where we mortals live in parallel, just like the two ends of the mirror. Most of us live on this side of the mirror, and they may never intersect in this life on the other side of the mirror. This time you encounter a grudge, it is an extremely rare event."

"You should do whatever you should do in the future, and you should live as you should. There is a high probability that your daily life will not change at all." Mr. Bai comforted with a smile.

At this moment, Wang Haiqiang showed a thoughtful flashing expression.

Mr. Bai suddenly approached Wang Haiqiang and said.

"Officer Wang, are you still not reporting anything?"

Wang Haiqiang was shocked by Mr. Bai's approaching.

At this moment, Wang Haiqiang suddenly remembered that in addition to meeting the resentful ghost, he also met a Taoist in white.

The three-eyed Taoist in white, the Taoist riding the wind and riding the tiger, was like an immortal who came out of the world.

That was also what he encountered, and the mysterious and mysterious thing was hard to tolerate.

Then, Wang Haiqiang shook his head and said.

"there is none left."

"Well... But since you already know the world on the opposite side of the mirror, you can see what a true magic is."

Mr. Bai said with a smile.

Wang Haiqiang thought that he was idle too.

......

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Mr. Bai received a call.

"Obstinence, pain, innocent ghosts, and resentful ghosts created. Apart from that, nothing else has disappeared naturally."

"After the ghosts with resentment vent their emotions, they will naturally dissipate. The object of resentment they appeal to is naturally to attack the people who harm them. In a sense, they have skipped the legal trial stage and saved you trouble." Mr. Bai explained to Wang Haiqiang leisurely.

“It feels a bit like a natural phenomenon.”

Wang Haiqiang touched his chin and said.

It is like a natural phenomenon of storm, like rootless water, when it is finished, it will dissipate.

"Yes, it's like a natural phenomenon, your understanding is very good."

"Is there anything... not like rootless water?"

Wang Haiqiang thought of the three-eyed Taoist again.

His existence should not be like the rootless water.

"Oh, are you talking about those practitioners in the folk?"

Mr. Bai touched his chin and said, "It seems that there is a very powerful monk from Hanshan Temple, named Master Kongwen... Oh, I'm going far away. What a way of practicing practitioners, I'll let you see it later."

"oh."

Wang Haiqiang felt a little expectant.

Can you see a person like Taoist Master Mingche in Taixu Temple? Or can you see the supernatural powers of people in "the other side".

Soon, Mr. Bai led Wang Haiqiang to a cheap eight-day chain hotel, which was the room Mr. Bai used for business trips here.

This gave Wang Haiqiang an illusion that a big man with his temperament and status actually lives in such a cheap hotel.

On the coffee table in the room, there were cheap tea and cheap sugar.

"It's actually a chain hotel." Wang Haiqiang subconsciously felt that "big people" like this should be staying in five-star hotels when they traveled on business.

Mr. Bai just smiled and said, "Public travel, money belongs to the country. For me, it's enough."

Then, Mr. Bai continued to smile.

"Didn't it mean that you can see the means of practicing practitioners..."

As he said that, Mr. Bai snapped his fingers and suddenly something popped out of the bed.

Wang Haiqiang was startled.

I could see some yellow paper people jumping around...

"This...this..."

The paper man seemed to be conscious and circled around Mr. Bai, and Mr. Bai stretched out his finger to touch the paper man.

Mr. Bai smiled.

"This is a truly old master with advanced Taoism. Only by refining it in seclusion in 9981 days can you refine such a piece of paper people. These paper people can explore the aura and the hostility of the spirit...Drug-killing dogs understand."

"This is a magical method." Wang Haiqiang murmured at these jumping paper men. This was like a living life.

"Yes, this is quite close to the magical method."

"Is this just close?!"

"The real method of immortality is not refined in 9981 days, but can be refined within a day, or even if you splash ink, you can become a spirit, that is the real method of immortality." Mr. Bai paused and said, "Of course, this only exists in the legend..."

"After all, where do the gods come from in this world..."

......

"Geeh!!!"

Crazy-

Li Wei wrote a large pen, and the crisp squeal sounds resounded throughout the Taoist temple, and the crisp sounds were heard.

"It's done!"

An ink chicken jumped out of the painting, shook its head, and a little bit of flying ink flew out.
Chapter completed!